Angels (If You Could Call Them That)

[asdis]

Unborn and already
A path has been chosen
By those that are not them -
To become another cog
In the inescapable machine that is society.

Born - early, half dead.
A step toward failure in
The eyes of their creator
For what they cannot control -
To be fixed and set right
On the path that they will learn to detest.

Developing - on time
To the doctors' surprise.
The creator gives praise,
But the approval never lasts -
The environment is unsteady and
Unfit for angels to properly grow.

Learning - to please
Instead of exist as one's own,
Matured in the wrong ways
For an angel of that age -
Molded to never cause concern
No matter the magnitude of circumstance.

An inconvenience to their maker
Unless they could be shown off
For the benefit of the creator -
In private often belittled
And ignored for so much as being a child.

In public a model,
A display of perfection -
Quiet, reserved. Listens well.
A miniature of their puppetmaster
(As what the creator allowed to be seen).

Yearning - to deviate
To become their own
Without the wrath that
Has always followed a stray
From the carefully chosen path
That their master has made so
Impossibly unachievable.

Desperate - attempting to remove
Their wings, Trying everything to
Fall from grace -
To be cast aside and never acknowledged
Or cared for again.
An attempt to be free
Executed in the worst ways -
Broken and bleeding they
Almost always return to
The way it was before as
Their creator sees nothing but
A way to start over and
Mold them once again
Into something unattainable.

For the rest of eternity
All the angels who taste individuality
Pursue endlessly that
Momentary tinge of
Identity; willing to
Try anything and
Everything to become
Angels of their own
Once again, well
If you could call them that.

[Dalloway]

It´s a beautiful poem, asdis and so close to home. You just described my childhood, how I was created to be silent and compliant on the outside and suppressed and broken on the inside, yearning for authenticity. Thank you for this piece of your soul.

[NarcKiddo]

Wow. That resonates. Thank you.

[Kizzie]

Very well said asdis, it resonates with me and I know will with so many others here. So many of us come here not knowing who we are or even if there is an us and little by little we find ourselves. It strikes me that you can say quite rightly "We are a poet," that it is part of your authentic identity. 

[asdis]

thank you all so much 
it means a lot that others can resonate with this poem

(as a side note, we're unsure of how to reply to people without quoting their comment)

[Kizzie]

asdis, just highlight what you want to quote and hit the "quote" button on the right.  It will open up a dialogue box with the quote highlighted

thank you all so much 

it means a lot that others can resonate with this poem

(as a side note, we're unsure of how to reply to people without quoting their comment)

Like that.